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I made this image at sunrise on the edge of the Sparks Lake meadow. It was early spring, the highway had just opened and the meadow was teeming with life—fresh green shoots, migrating birds, and the first insects stirring in the warming air. The low light pooled along the water’s edge, casting a quiet clarity across the scene while mist lifted from the wet grasses. Everything felt newly awakened: a fragile, vivid moment that held both calm and movement, framed by distant ridgelines and reflected in the pond’s glassy surface.
I made this image at sunrise on the edge of the Sparks Lake meadow. It was early spring, the highway had just opened and the meadow was teeming with life—fresh green shoots, migrating birds, and the first insects stirring in the warming air. The low light pooled along the water’s edge, casting a quiet clarity across the scene while mist lifted from the wet grasses. Everything felt newly awakened: a fragile, vivid moment that held both calm and movement, framed by distant ridgelines and reflected in the pond’s glassy surface.